domesticity

[duke_of_illusions]

Al had stayed over last night... and hasn't quite left this morning, either. The day is stretching on, and Barma is still beautifully comfortable, now immersed in a book, as his fingers trail through Al's hair.

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[al_truism]

Al writhes against the sheets, gasping.

"... would pull the knife away a little, scolding you for almost cutting yourself, idiot-"

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I'd kiss and kiss you, ignoring the scolding."

Like he's doing to his throat now.

[al_truism]

"Finally, I'd kiss you back, when I'd always turned away before, and drop the knife off the side of the bed."

It's hard for him to speak evenly.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"And in short order we'd come to where we are right now."

Pulling his hand back to lubricate himself again.

[al_truism]

Al spreads his legs a little more, slowly. There's something a bit more guarded, but fierce, about his expression. Beneath that, a peek of vulnerability.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"No,"

He murmurs,

"Give me the real you, Al. We'll get to them next time, but I want you today."

[al_truism]

And Al reaches up for him with a smile, pure love laid open.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma kisses him, and pushes in slow, taking his time.

[al_truism]

It's still a stretch, but Al breathes deeply, kissing him back. Slow and warm and angling his hips, making sure he can take it.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"All right?"

He asks, quietly, red eyes heavy.

[al_truism]

"Mhm." Breathy, it's all he can manage, but he brushes Barma's hair to one side of his face, so he can watch him more clearly.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"You're really something-"

Murmuring to him.

[al_truism]

"I'm just me," he whispers back, trembling with the pain and pleasure of it.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I'm in love with just you."

He reminds him, purring.

[al_truism]

Al's heart skips a beat, but he pulls him down for another kiss. A little desperate and wanting, but warm and sweet.

"Stay with me..."

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Yes-"

He agrees, body moving with his.

"-here, rock up, like this..."

[al_truism]

Al moves his hips up, meeting him, and grits his teeth to hold back a gasp.

Oh.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Like that."

He murmurs, taking Al's hips and helping him just grind.

[al_truism]

Once they really get started, Al's gasping, twitching, getting his own stomach damp with precome.

"There- there, there..."

He squeezes down on Rufus, hard.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"That's it- like that-"

He agrees, working hard against him.

[al_truism]

"Fuck me-" he finally gasps out, hips jerking against him, trying to do the movements himself. "Rufus-"

Yes, cursing. From Al.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"No, slower-"

He murmurs, keeping him there, quiet.

[al_truism]

He tries hard to breathe normally, chest rising and falling, back arched. Shaking.

"Want you so badly-"

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma smiles at him- he very rarely smiles, another way he's so unlike Break, and bends down to kiss his ear.

[al_truism]

Al treasures the times he does, like now, and he puts his arms around him, linking them ineffectively behind his back in an effort to keep him close.

"Love you..."